Now, my resident Englishman is not the kind of guy who watches football with a sixpack and the lads. But last night we had a moment of "oh let's watch the England-Russia match and see how the boys are doing". Hahaha. They didn't do very well, and what is more, apart from not reallyloveable Wayne Rooney we don't know any of the players any more. Where's Seamaaaan! Beckham! Rio Ferdinand! Michael Owen! Gary Lineker (shows my age!)

Plus, the fans made a bad impression in Marseille - only to be topped by the super-ugly Russian Ultras.

Much lovelier the last-minute Welsh victory over the scary, completely tattooed Slovakians.

Anyway, we had nice food, my version of a niçoise salad, built with romany lettuce leaves, a beef tomato, string beans and a tin of ethical tuna. The potatoes came fried with herbs, some boiled eggs, and I made an anchovy mayo with capers. Much needed comfort food.